When Alleria walked out of the Windrunner Tower, she was stopped by a woman wearing black chain mail.

Two people stood on the grass of Windrunner Manor. Their bodies and faces were so similar. Except that Alleria had long blond hair and the woman in front of her had chic short hair, they almost looked alike.

Carved from the same mold.

"Sylvanas, what do you want to say to me?"

Alleria calmly looked at her sister, the second sister of the three Windrunner sisters, the most arrogant and extreme girl in the Windrunner family. She was also an elite ranger who persistently regarded her mother as her goal and vowed to surpass her.

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Facing the eldest sister's question, Sylvanas Windrunner pursed her lips and held the bow behind her back, but did not say a word.

This unabashed confrontation made Alleria, who had made her choice and regained her composure, a little impatient. She stretched out her hand to rub her forehead and said in a deep voice:

"I'm very busy, don't waste my time...sister."

"Mother chose you in the end!"

Sylvanas spoke. Compared to Alleria's calmness, her voice was a little more fierce and unwilling. She stared at the red, wide, ancient weapon that Alleria was carrying behind her back.

The powerful war bow is the inheritance mark of the Windrunner family and represents the power of the Windrunner clan leader. It is called the sacred object of Sasdora.

It is said that this war bow was made thousands of years ago by Quel'Thalas' most famous bow-making master from the branches of Sath'ara, the mother tree of the high elves. It has been passed down for thousands of years.

, held by every ranger general, the leader of the Windrunner clan, and countless souls have died under this war bow.

It has become the symbol and legend of the Windrunner family.

"She gave Thasdorla to you...so, you will also become the next Ranger General, right?"

Sylvanas took a deep breath. She looked at her sister, her eyes dancing with unwillingness, anger, disappointment and a hint of helplessness. Finally, she removed her fingers from the bow, turned around, and whispered

:

"That is the goal I have pursued throughout my life. Unfortunately, I failed in front of you in the end... I can only congratulate you, sister."

Sylvanas clenched her fists and walked out of the manor, but as soon as she took two steps, Alleria called out to her.

"younger sister..."

"What else do you want to say?"

Sylvanas looked back at her sister:

"Make a winner's declaration?"

"No"

Alleria shook her head:

"My mother did not choose me, Sylvanas, Tyrion chose me. He recommended me to Prince Kael'thas. He used his life to fulfill our childhood agreement...but I refused.

.”

"What did you say?"

There was a trace of shock in Sylvanas's eyes: "You rejected the right to inherit the Ranger General? That has been your dream since childhood!"

"But suddenly I don't want to be a knight-errant general. Commanding thousands of troops can't bring back those who have left."

Alleria took a deep breath, her fingers twitching, and the dagger Tyrion used when he died in the battle, which Lor'themar handed to her, fell into her hand. She reached out and held the dagger that always covered her left eye.

With blond hair, the red dagger in the other hand was raised.

"Shua"

The strand of blond hair was cut off, exposing Alleria's covered left eye to the air. On the equally beautiful left eye, there was a sky-blue war pattern that spanned half of her face, without damaging it.

The beauty of this face actually added a touch of wild charm to her, and around her neck, the blood-stained pendant was so conspicuous.

"Tyrion said this war mark is not good-looking, so I don't want to show it to too many people... But now, it doesn't matter."

Alleria opened her hand, and the blond hair in her hand was flying everywhere in the wind. She walked towards her sister who refused to admit defeat. When passing by her, a sincere smile appeared on the corner of Alleria's mouth:

"Go, Sylvanas, you will inherit your mother's position. Although I took Thasdora away, I believe that you will still become a qualified ranger general."

"What about you?"

After more than ten seconds, Sylvanas, who finally accepted the shocking news, turned around suddenly. She looked at the eldest sister behind her who had already mounted the war horse. She asked loudly:

"Alleria! What are you going to do!"

"I?"

Alleria reached out and pulled up her ranger hood, covering most of her face in shadow, which also made her voice hoarse and low.

"I'm going to continue my destiny..."

"The orcs took away my Tyrion. In the rest of my life, I will kill every orc I see! I will drive those beasts back to their world completely!"

"I have lost the most important thing, and I will not allow myself to lose anything else...Tyrion always said he wanted to be a troll slayer, so...let me become an...orc slayer.

"

"Hui Hui Hui"

Amidst the neighing of the Quel'dorei warhorse, Alleria, carrying the war bow Thasdorla, disappeared into the road of Yongsong Forest, as if she had completely entered a different destiny. Behind her

, Sylvanas Windrunner got the general position she longed for, but this proud lady couldn't be happy at all.

"I don't want your charity! Alleria!"

Sylvanas shouted towards the deserted forest: "I will eventually prove that I am better than you!"

"Alleria... protect yourself!"

When the shout echoed in the forest, there were tears in Sylvanas's eyes.

She and her younger sister Vereesa were like two abandoned girls, leaning alone on the railing of the manor. Vereesa, who had just grown up, looked at the direction where her eldest sister disappeared, and stroked her fingers on her right arm.

There, there are also black strips of cloth representing mourning.

"Second sister...Brother Tyrion...died. I was so sad. My brother even wrote me a letter. He was also very sad. You know, he has always admired Brother Tyrion."

"Well, he died...so we have to take his share...and continue to live, and eventually become people like him."

"But don't you hate brother Tyrion very much? Second sister."

"Oh...I don't hate it anymore."

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On the other side, at the moment when the three sisters of the Windrunner family finally went to different fates, in the middle of the continent extremely far away from Quel'Thalas, on a land full of swamps, beasts and assassins from both sides, somewhere was captured

In the fortress, an important conversation is also taking place.

Grim Batol is a typical dwarf city. It is located underground and was founded by the Wildhammer dwarves who split during the War of the Three Hammers 300 years ago. However, in the later stages of the War of the Three Hammers, this fortress was

Unwilling to fail, the Dark Iron Dwarf Conjurer cast a curse, so the Wildhammer dwarves had to continue migrating north, and finally settled in the Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Now, this strong but dark fortress belongs to the orcs. It has become the most important stronghold of the orc tribe in the central part of the continent. There are at least 70,000 orcs entrenched in this city, plus they are still attacking Khaz Modan.

The number of orcs in the stubborn dwarf army exceeds 120,000. They are also the most elite force under the leadership of Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer.

"Click, click"

The underground dark fortress is always a little damp, so the orcs are used to putting a brazier in the stone house to keep warm. At this time, under the light of the beating flames of the brazier, in the warchief's room, Orgrim was talking with

The chiefs of several clans were discussing the issue of the Amani trolls.

"I think Saurfang should be punished!"

An old orc sitting at the bottom said in a deep voice:

"Due to his incompetent failure, Zuljin was killed. Although we brought back Zuljin's body, I don't think those unruly Amani trolls would join us just because of a corpse.

Our! Union plan has been ruined, Orgrim, are you turning a blind eye to this?"

Faced with this malicious question, Orgrim, the warchief sitting on the top chair, was unconvinced. This warchief was born in the Blackstone clan. His appearance is no different from that of ordinary orcs. The most obvious thing is that

His brown skin.

This means that the warchief has not drank the blood of demons, he has not been infected by the blood of evil, he is a pure-blooded orc!

Thanks to the excellent forging skills of the Blackstone clan, the warchief wore a set of black plate armor that he forged himself. In his hand, he held his family weapon, a warhammer that was said to be blessed by the elements.

Doomhammer! A weapon that frightens countless enemies on the battlefield!

"Zuluhid, it's been almost a year since I handed you the artifact we discovered!"

Orgrim spoke about another matter. The warchief's voice was low, echoing in the room, full of power:

"In the end, you only gave me a few disobedient young dragons... These young dragons are not helpful to the war at all! You still have the nerve to accuse Saurfang... At least Varok chopped the murderer to death.

Avenged for Zul'jin!"

"Huh, what the chief said is right!"

A clan chief holding a ferocious bone staff, who lost his right eye, had his face and body covered in oil paint, and tied his black hair into pigtails, said in a conspiratorial tone:

"When it comes to incompetence, apart from that good-for-nothing Gul'dan, it's you, Zuluhid! In the Bloodring Clan, a guy like you who can't accomplish anything will be thrown into the animal cage by us!"

"Bang"
To be continued...